The Funhouse

I was summoned to start my day with blood work at what I affectionately call the funhouse. After fasting last night I was fine with getting an early start. My nurse was intrigued by my fascination with the big comfy chair they use. It’s just my nature to freely release the child in me at any time. The result was her starting the day with a smile and a bit of laughter. Now how could that ever be bad? Father, thank you for our funny bone, and for the ability to see the lighter side of life.
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Pray on,
Eddy